Sang Yuanyuan held his cheek with interest.
She knew that no one here could stop You Wuming. In the book, he drew his knife like this, saying that he would kill Jiang Jinyuan, and then he killed Jiang Jinyuan, Han Shaoling was completely helpless.
As for Meng Wuyou... Sang Yuanyuan felt that at this moment, Han Shaoling should also want to get rid of Meng Wuyou.
It's just that... the male lead and the female lead should not die so easily.
Meng Wuyou fell down in front of You Wuming's table, her skirt turned upside down, revealing her calf half-wearing white lotus root, and she didn't care to cover it.
Seeing the assassination hopeless, Meng Wushou was sorrowful and desperate, turned his head and shouted at Han Shaoling: "You Wusheng loses his conscience, kills the innocent, and the law of heaven is intolerable! Han Shaoling, you are still not a human! Such a demon is in front of him, Can you still eat and drink with him without changing your face?! If you are a man, kill him today! Take revenge for those who die in vain!"
Han Shaoling was shocked for a while, and his lips moved slightly. Sang Yuanyuan felt that he was saying-are you ill
You Wuming had already stepped on the table with one foot, and when he heard the words, he laughed in a low voice, and slowly raised the big black sword in his hand that was as long as half a person.
At this moment of life and death, a shadow-like person suddenly appeared behind You Wuming, kneeling in front of Meng Wuyou, and shouting on his face: "Lord, keep people under the sword!"
Sang raised his eyebrows from afar, looking at this golden finger that turned out to be born.
Knowing that You Wuming had no time to listen to him carefully explain, he lifted up his pants and asked You Wuming to look at his shaggy calf.
The corner of You Wuming's eyes jumped clearly twice.
This person was suppressed and excited: "Master, she, she is the sister who accidentally lost when his subordinates evaded hunting and killing!"
Sang looked far away and saw a purple-red crescent birthmark printed on the person's ankle three inches away. The shape was very strange, as if the crescent was on fire. At the same location, Meng Wuyou also has a stamp of the same paragraph.
Therefore, when Jiang Jinyuan was not there, Meng Wuyou fell and showed the birthmark of his calf, and was seen by his brother... Is this planb in particular? !
Dog blood, thief chicken dog blood! Is it okay to force a life extension
You don't have to think about it and know that this'brother' must be the big red man next to You Wuming. No matter how abnormal You Wuming, he will be a bit affectionate.
Seeing You Wuming squinted his long and narrow eyes, retracted the feet that had stepped on the table, and returned the long knife to its sheath, with an impatient tone: "Yeah."
I saw that man knocked his head a few times towards You Wuming, turned his back, and smiled kindly at the sluggish Meng Wumei: "Sister, you must have forgotten your brother? It's okay. What a bad thing!"
Meng Wuyou stared at this man blankly, with dazed and disbelief written on his face, and murmured unconsciously: "No, you executioners, I have nothing to do with you!"
A misty smile appeared on the man's face: "Live well! Stay alive, let the blood... continue..."
Sang Yuan heard that there was something wrong with this person's words. Before he had time to doubt, he saw this brother withdraw a knife from his backhand, slap himself horizontally with a knife, and blood splashed five feet.
Sang couldn't help being a little startled. She thought she was going to act in a sticky, greasy and crooked scene. What siblings recognize each other and cry, and beg the Lord to be tolerant of the past. Maybe she has to bring Meng Wushou to You Wuming and let Han Shaoling eat it. Flying vinegar or something, I didn't expect this person to die when he said he was dead.
"Mr. Sang," You Wuming explained to her with a nice smile, "I am here, the rule is like this. One life for another life. It's simple and fair, isn't it? Do you like it?"
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
After learning, the palace attendant had dragged Meng Wuyou out, and the corpses on the ground were quickly cleaned up by the You Wuming people-Hanzhou didn't dare to move the You Wuming people, even if they were dead.
The depressive and dreary atmosphere returned to the hall.
Han Shaoling took a deep breath, and his low voice echoed in the hall: "King Youzhou, the Sang family is Gu's wife, please pay attention to your words."
You Wuming laughed so that his body trembled.
For a long while, he held the table with both hands, leaned forward, half-joking half-seriously: "Everyone is not guilty, and he is guilty of his crime. King Hanzhou, there is only one life."
Halfway through, there seemed to be two green fires in his eyes, with a quiet tone, which was a gloomy threat.
Han Shaoling was angry, but he knew that he would never turn his face with You Wuming at this moment.
After a moment of silence, a smile on Han Shaoling’s face turned away: “To be honest, life is precious. The King of Youzhou will not be far away to help me quell the evil in Hanzhou, but you must take care of your precious body. In the West, the lone can't explain it to the emperor."
You Wuming seemed to be happier: "Underworld demon, what kind of thing."
He picked up the pot on the table and drank it happily.
He doesn't seem to remember that he still has a sister like You Yingyue.
Han Shaoling gradually realized something was wrong.
No matter how much You Yingyue is afraid of You Wuming, this kind of occasion will definitely not be absent. He also needs You Yingyue to come forward to perform a long-awaited reunion drama, pull him, and stand side by side with You Wuming for a while, so as to release a clear political signal to the outside world.
However, since the banquet has been held for so long, why isn't You Yingyue here yet? ! Could something happen...
An unbelievable thought turned in his mind, Han Shaoling's pupils shrank slightly, and he suddenly turned his head to look at Sang Yuan.
Shouldn't she take revenge on You Yingyue privately, right? !
In shock, Han Shaoling's scalp was numb, and he couldn't bother to hide his expression.
Sang Yuan Yuan had a full view of his expression, his lips curled slightly, and he smiled calmly at him.
For a while, Han Shaoling couldn't tell what this smile meant-he had a clear conscience? Are you confident? Still didn't notice the scrutiny in his eyes at all
He took a deep breath, only to feel that the mess that had been blocking his chest recently seemed to be a little more chaotic. Recently, I feel impetuous from time to time. At this moment, anxiety is rising, and I seem to hear the noise of dream-free worry...
Yes. His mind suddenly shuddered.
Ever since I spoiled the dream of worry-free dreams, I have had chest tightness and shortness of breath from time to time, and very occasionally I have tinnitus and auditory hallucinations, which is very abnormal for a person in the spiritual world. It's just that there are so many things in these few days that I can't take care of this little problem.
Before he could understand, the noise in his ears was getting louder and louder.
The hand hidden in the wide sleeves shook slightly, only to feel the numbness in the chest pulled out and turned into a wave of evil fire, rushing downward without hesitation.
It's like a strange medicine!
There was a roar in Han Shaoling's mind.
The You Wuming on the opposite side seemed to sense his heart, and saw that the romantic boy in white robe raised his cup and said with a smile: "King Hanzhou, I am a person, you know that there is no taboo. You know the subordinate who just died. In fact, it is the survivor of the love clan. If the fake is his sister... Tsk, I hope it hasn't harmed any unlucky ghost yet."
His eyes were full of gloat.
Han Shaoling gasped.
There are three different races in Yunjing, which are intolerable to the world. As early as a thousand years ago, those in power put all three races on the list of the Qing Dynasty and called them the Three Evils. After being bloodbathed for more than a thousand years, the three evils are almost nothing but legends.
Love family is one of the three evils.
Once you have intercourse with the lover, you will be infected with incurable poison, and only he/she is the antidote.
Greed for a while, bound for life. This is the biggest golden finger of Meng Wu You.
Sang Yuanyuan naturally knew that Meng Wuyou was a survivor of the love family. From the beginning, she knew clearly that Han Shaoling couldn't get rid of Meng Wuyou at all. The two men were destined to be entangled to death.
That's why she deliberately said half-heartedly that if she finds that Han Shaoling is disconnected from Meng Wuyou, she will go back to Sangzhou and stay away from him.
The marriage between the two countries is not because Sang Yuanyuan wants to reconcile and leave. She can only seize every bit of bargaining chips to make Han Shaoling feel more and more guilty of her, so that she will not be too passive.
Unexpectedly, this incident was directly pierced in this way.
Originally, she wanted to wait for a good show—after Han Shaoling realized that she couldn't live without Meng Wuyou, how would she hide her from herself and secretly have a private meeting with her.
When it's accidentally smashed, it must be very exciting.
Pity.
Sang Yuanyuan continued to observe his nose and mind. Now that the matter has been exposed, let Han Shaoling worry about how to persuade her to accept the fact that he has to continue to spoil Meng Wuyou.
Fortunately, she has no feelings for this man at all. First take advantage of this matter to prevent him from getting close, then watch the changes, take one step at a time.
She tilted her head and glanced at Han Shaoling lightly.
Han Shaoling couldn't take care of Sang Yuan for a while.
His chest rises and falls violently, his fists are clenched white, and there is a forcefully suppressed horror in his eyes-how can he not be horrified? Just now, Meng Wuyou almost died. If she dies, there will be no cure for him when he becomes venomous.
He has to bury her!
After the horror, anger flooded his heart like a tide, and at the same time, he thought of another thing.
He calmed down quickly.
He moved his index finger.
A shadow-like man knelt behind him immediately on one knee, and said in a low voice: "What is the Lord's order?"
"Don't worry about that dream..." Han Shaoling's voice couldn't distinguish between joy and anger, "cut off the nose, tongue, and limbs, drenched the marrow lotion, and tied it to the couch in the Qingliang Hall. Remember, you can't hurt her life, just want her. Longevity."
Qingliang Hall is the place where Han Shaoling used to hide the sweets in the golden house.
The indifferent tone, the voice is neither high nor low, just enough for Sang beside him to hear it from a distance.
Sang far away only felt his scalp numb.
This is the king!
"Sang'er, come here." Han Shaoling called.
There seemed to be a bloody smell in his voice.
Sang took a deep breath, got up calmly, walked over to him and sat down.
"In this way, you won't blame me for breaking my oath, do you?" He stared at her tenderly, "Sang'er, believe me. I will never have the slightest affection between men and women for such a thing. It is only occasionally used to detoxify. ."
Her voice was dry and dumb, like when she had been poisoned with wood poison: "It's too cruel."
A cold smile stretched out from the corner of his lips: "If you dare to use your body to calculate me, you will have to pay the price. Sang Er, you don't have to intercede for that kind of thing. It's useless for anyone to intercede."
Sang Yuanyuan was suddenly shocked, he seemed to underestimate Han Shaoling.
"Sang'er," Han Shaoling said in a deep voice, "accompany me tonight?"
They used interrogative sentences, but they didn't leave her any room for resistance.
He said: "Your body has not recovered yet, I will not move you."
It was written clearly in his eyes.
I just rubbed it.